The Pub

Morticia scanned the town square before her eyes rested on another familiar landmark, The Traveller's Rest, a tavern she often drank at before she'd been run out of town; Looking at the Pub made her stomach growl and she decided to pop in and have a bite to eat. "I wonder if the ale still tastes the same.."she wondered as she walked in.

The inside of the Pub was just the same as the outside; everywhere she looked, she saw people frozen in their tracks. She approached the bar where a plump Barmaid was frozen as she was about to hand a large pint of ale to a woman in a T-Shirt and slacks. "You don't mind if I have this, do you?' Morticia asked the two motionless women "No? Most kind.." and with that, she slipped the pint from the Barmaid's hand.

She found a nice spot, close to the Pub fire which, thanks to a wave of her hand at it, was soon crackling away merrily, and took a long swig. It had been years since she'd tasted **** of any sort and Morticia found it quite funny at first but soon settled in; she chuckled as she turned to the couple frozen mid chat next to her and raised her glass "Salutations,fellows!" of course, the couple said nothing, due to being frozen.